The Day I Was Reborn

On the day my son died, I was reborn.

The morning light of Chicago streamed through the blinds, just like before, a painful echo of a day I never wanted to live again.

My son, Leo, was supposed to have his scholarship interview at Northwestern today, a full ride, his entire future.

In my previous life, that future ended with the sound of his body hitting the pavement.

Then they came for me.

My husband, Mark, told the cameras I was a monster, a controlling mother who drove her son to suicide.